Pesky Little Buggers

Well, I had hoped that once the staffer was fired for poor conduct, first with her colleagues and later with me, that things in the morale arena would improve a bit. It did... for exactly one minute.

The battle is with myself, really. It manifests in discussions -long Fucking-winded discussions- where I explain, defend, and justify my decisions and actions to the extent that I am able and still don't get the right response; I want them to have an an understanding of the constraints I am faced with, an appreciation for the work that I do behind the scenes, and an acceptance of their respective roles.

Instead, they say that I should move my office around because the placement of my desk isn't comfortable for them. One on one supervision should be offsite because it's intimidating to meet with a desk between them and me.

They don't want me to hire another case manager. Because 5.5 hours a week is too much trouble for them - it's not worth it. But they are overworked, unappreciated, and deserve a raise. I take issue with only the unappreciated piece. And wonder how many drinks, lunches or Starbucks gift cards it will take -and how often- I am required to "prove" I care. In my world, a paycheck and *having a job that pays me* is appreciation IN FULL. I could say "kids these days" but one of the people pulling this Crap is older than me.

HEAD LICE SUCKS! Yep, our turn because I turned down the tea-tree-oil-vigilance, Twig was IN-FUCKING-FESTED. Not what I had in mind for this weekend. Nope, 10 loads of laundry and treating and checking scalps was NOT on the agenda.

Which leads me to the final issue... We are spending way too much time doing too many things we don't want to do. We are carting, managing, visiting, hosting, organizing, supporting, communicating, fundraising...making things good for EVERYONE ELSE.

Lice, staff, kids, in-laws... everything is bugging me.